I Could Not Ask For More

"Carter.". Misery was not stupid, he knew his lover and it was obvious how the man lived. Misery on the otherhand, had worked most days of his life and was still used to living in sqallor."Is there anything we can do?"

Carter kissed his cheek softly before dialing his mother's number. He spoke to his mother, going from shouting to speaking in hushed whispers. After a while, he pulled the phone away from his ear, holding his hand over the receiver."Misery... there's something we can do" He sighed.

"Thank you Misery, and I don't have to do anything with her. I promise, it's just for momma." He hugged Misery to him as he put the phone to his ear and told his mother he would do it before hanging up. "Uh... she's gonna be at the house tomorrow morning." His mother worked fast.

Misery nodded stifly, turning his head to stare hatefully out the window.What had he just gotten himself into?"Just so you know, before any of this happens, im pregnant." His voice was low and dangerous, he was not going to be alone his pregnancy while Carter was out with some girl. "Your not going a lot of places if I cant go, and if you do leave I will invite whoever I want to come over and keep me company."

"Love you too....But im not finished." Misery crossed his arms. "I eat what I want, at any cost. Means if I want an effing Tyranasourus Rex egg for breakfast, imma have one and you had better make sure of it! And if I get fat, then you shall still give me sex when I want it." The boy continued on.

Misery couldnt resist a small smile to that, Carter was still Carter.This was not going to change them.Unless of course he starts sexing this tramp up also."Why is this girl coming by the house, anyways?"

Misery watched Carter's hand, his stomach lowly moving up and down with every breath. As his eyes shifted over to his lovers face, he wondered how he would live if he truly were made to let Carter go.But no, he refused to ever do that.He just hoped that when the women came tomorrow, he wouldnt have to kill a hoe.

Misery's eyes snapped open, but the only move he made was to shift his eyes over to the clock."Carter. Im going to sick Trever on your mother and IM going to give him IDEAS as how to handle her." The boy hissed softly into the room, his morning grumpiness obvious.

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